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anotheranon) wrote2009-02-25 10:06 pm
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attack_laurel said
Creativity does not have to make money to have value.
I'm about to spend a chunk of change to compete in a sporting event in which I may or may not do well and that is certainly not going to make me any money.
And for years now (can you believe, I first learned how to use a sewing machine almost 20 years ago?!) I have routinely indulged in quality fabric, notions, patterns, and I-don't-wanna-know how many books pursuing the perfect costume(s), which does wonders for my "making stuff" bug but is never going to make me rich or famous.
And sometimes I do get that leetle twinge of doubt that I'm little more than a lucky dilettante and what am I doing wasting my time on these things?
And then I remember - it's not something I do for gain or for other people. It's not to get a rating or an award or a sale or to impress someone or get a job or entertain others.
It's what I do to feed my own curiosity and self-development and, hell, to give my left brain a break and keep myself sane.
I'm damn lucky I can pursue the interests I do; having said that if I were overworked and impoverished I'd probably still sketch costume ideas and fence with borrowed gear when I could steal a moment.
So, yeah, it IS all about me, and with these it's all right.
I'm about to spend a chunk of change to compete in a sporting event in which I may or may not do well and that is certainly not going to make me any money.
And for years now (can you believe, I first learned how to use a sewing machine almost 20 years ago?!) I have routinely indulged in quality fabric, notions, patterns, and I-don't-wanna-know how many books pursuing the perfect costume(s), which does wonders for my "making stuff" bug but is never going to make me rich or famous.
And sometimes I do get that leetle twinge of doubt that I'm little more than a lucky dilettante and what am I doing wasting my time on these things?
And then I remember - it's not something I do for gain or for other people. It's not to get a rating or an award or a sale or to impress someone or get a job or entertain others.
It's what I do to feed my own curiosity and self-development and, hell, to give my left brain a break and keep myself sane.
I'm damn lucky I can pursue the interests I do; having said that if I were overworked and impoverished I'd probably still sketch costume ideas and fence with borrowed gear when I could steal a moment.
So, yeah, it IS all about me, and with these it's all right.